Jul 19, 2017
Progression
How can one foretell the direction
In which something will move,
Even though a trend is clear
And motion bespeaks continuity?
The passage of time promises growth
Comparable to blossoming flower;
Yet the flower must wither
As surely as the tide recedes.
The tide will surge forth again,
The sere petals will furnish food
For other organisms, better or worse,
According to one’s unique lights:
Changes take place and sire changes
That give birth to the future,
While intelligence that is divided
Seeks individual means to an end.
Yet the goal remains unchanged,
Even with the passage of time
And the interaction of causes:
The guiding principle is constant.
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